I should have ride the sun
When I was young.
When hope was growing up,
And to win I was bound.
Ride it until I burn
Cause of rain I was bored.
The shadow of a bird
On the verge of a cloud.
Shivers, shivers, shivers
Beauty of regrets.

Bright regrets fly through the clouds
Débuté par Josselfeo, déc. 29 2010 02:05
2 réponses à ce sujet
#1
Posté 29 décembre 2010 - 02:05
#2
Posté 29 décembre 2010 - 05:33
What a beautiful song
Thanks
Thanks
#3
Posté 29 décembre 2010 - 06:37
Mouais c'est mignonnet quoi... you're welcome !What a beautiful song
Thanks